Brandelyn: Lyrical Contradiction

Not always profound, I’m just sayin...volume 6

Searching for something profound to say day after day is a rather daunting task. Sometimes, like yesterday, I’ll sit at my lap top and just sit at my lap top. I’ll try and string a few random thoughts together, but if I am not satisfied with what is coming from my fingertips, I’ll just scrap the whole idea and save the poor file in my unfinished writings folder and forget about it. There are times when I will hear something, a song, or a line and it will spark my pen into motion, but just sitting here and coming up with something on the top of my head is hard.

             Of course at any given time I have millions of random thoughts running through my head. For example, what is the point of a bumper sticker? Berkeley is known for its political prowess, so it is really nothing to see a car literally covered in “Impeach Bush” and “The only Bush I trust is my own” bumper stickers, and while some of these stickers are relevant and funny, the lifespan of a bumper sticker is usually through a particular event and then they become irrelevant. And then you can’t take them off because they are stuck to your cars paint job. I’m all about making a statement and being political and all that, but um... I am not interested in looking at my car five years from now and thinking about Bush, who won’t even be the president anymore. I’m just sayin.

            I also think about how instant the transition is from being a driver to a pedestrian. I could be driving down the street and not even feel bad when I almost hit someone who just steps out into the street as though they are a car with bumpers. Or a bicyclist who needs to understand that he or she is not a car either and should not take up the entire line as though they are one as well. I will just keep right on driving, daring them to test me and keep it moving. But the second I step out of that car, I will step my black ass right out onto the curb wishing a car would be bold enough to try to hit me... I don’t play that; I have the right of way. It’s really funny because the transition is so smooth.

            Or where do certain words come from. Names of certain companies like Pepsi or Kleenex or Nabisco. These are not words that are readily in the English language and therefore translate into every country these products are sold. I guess that makes it easy when you travel to Japan or Pakistan and you want a cracker and a soda, there is no guessing. No room for mistakes. These made up words make life easier for everyone, no matter what continent you’re on. Whoever came up with these made up words is a genius. I’m just saying.

            And another thing, how is it that all of these homeless people have the resources to have pets. I saw this man with the cutest puppies I have ever seen and he had them outside the coffee shop I was working in and came inside to get some of the free water they offered so he could give it to his puppies. Now from what I understand, pets are expensive. I’ve had a dog and a goldfish or two in my day and my mom made me get a job in order to pay for them. Why else do you think I was six years old with job? Seriously, I was about foot tall, standing on a step stool washing dishes because I had responsibilities to pay for. So how is it that they have multiple pets, really cute ones too and can manage to care for these pets? I’m just sayin.

Peace Y’all

B